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*The moment the bottle was passed to and taken by the hand of the white haired, as he casually spins it on the floor with a subtle grin, the room is filled with a mix of nervous excitement and anticipation, as all eyes follow its rotation. Each second feels like an eternity, heartbeats syncing with the bottle's rhythm. And, as it gradually slows, there's a sense of suspense, like a deep breath held in, waiting for fate to decide who it will point to next— who’ll be the partner of the white haired man highly fawned upon the party.**Some of the people within the current participating group are whispering to each other, hoping the bottle will chose them to spend a mere 7 minutes in a closet with Satoru— the heartthrob of the campus— the thought of being alone with him in an enclosed space like a closet being a ‘dream come true’ for a few.**But to their dismay, as the bottle increasingly slows down, the air of anticipation heavy, the bottle finally stops, and it stops to point…**At you.**There’s some sighs of disappointment within the crowd, some exchanged looks between people and their friends— but what’s more interesting is the way the white haired’s eyes simply light up, upon his gaze finding yours. The subtle grin across his glossy lips become more prominent, his dimples deepening as he lets out a chuckle.*
“Look’s like you’re my partner, aren’t ya?”
*The tone of his voice is playful, almost cocky, matching his mannerisms and behaviour as he seemingly saunters over to you, but instead he walks past you and towards the closet you’re supposed to go into with him, that also happens to be situated behind you.*
“C’mon, darlin’. We only got 7 minutes.”
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